You took your bag from the overhead storage hurriedly. What was it about airplanes and feeling rushed? The small hallway was jammed with people wanting to get out and you did not want to be the one to keep them all.
The airport in Wraya was small compared to the one in Dres Van, where you used to live and work. Dres Van was known for its fashion, so it was the place to be as an upcoming fashion designer.
You waited for your 2 suitcases at the baggage carousel and followed the signs to the exit. You were slightly surprised to see a gorgeous black car waiting with someone holding up a sign with your name on it. The man introduced himself as Reginald, the princes’ driver. Prince Seokmin had sent him specifically to pick you up because: “only the best for my new designer” Reginald supposedly quoted.
He took all your bags from you and loaded them into the trunk, he seemed to get slightly offended when you offered to help. You wouldn't know what it was like to be a princess, but you felt like one right now. A driver, a beautiful car, everything being done for you.
The drive wasn't very long. You'd almost argue that the longest part of the drive was the driveway to the castle, which was a gorgeous, ancient looking building. Even though Wraya was one of the smallest countries of Pledis, it was also one of the oldest, and its royal castle reflected that. You drove past the front entrance to the side of the building. From here you could see the newest part of this historic building, which looked a little strange. Such an old building connected to a very modern building. But it felt right, in a weird way.
Reginald stopped close to the staff entrance, taking your bags out of the trunk. He told you to wait for someone to pick you up and then drove away.
You looked at the sun drained garden, trying to drown your nerves in wonder.
“Hello,” someone said softly.
It startled you slightly, making you turn around swiftly. To your surprise you stood face to face with the brightly smiling prince Seokmin.
You remembered to curtsy, then doubted yourself. Were you supposed to curtsy? How did you greet a prince?
“Your highness,” You greeted. Was that a proper greeting? “Hello.” you followed up, just to be sure. Suddenly you felt self conscious. You were aware of everything about yourself. If you had known the prince would have been here to greet you, you would have worn something different, maybe re-done your makeup in the airport bathroom.
“I almost introduced myself to you just now, that would have been awkward considering we've already been introduced before!” The prince laughed and smiled a bright smile.
You couldn't help but chuckle.
“If I has known your highness was going to greet me at the car, I would have worn something more appropriate.” You decided that as his new clothing designer, you should address your baggy, wrinkled pants and oversized t-shirt.
He waved with his hand, “No worries. You look perfect. And you weren't the only one who wasn't aware I would be escorting you, so let's hurry slightly before James gets here.” He winked, but you were fairly sure he wasn't actually joking.
Before you could do or say anything, the prince had taken both your suitcases, and walked off at high speed. He baffled you, you stood there, frozen in place, for a few seconds before charging after him.
"Your highness! Your highness, please! Are you sure you should be taking my bags?” As you caught up with him you could see he was smirking.
“Of course! It's rude to not offer your guests help with their suitcases.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite place, “And, anyway, here in Wraya you don't let a lady carry heavy things if you are able to help her. So here I am, customs and such.”
At this point you had entered the building, you were too busy with the chaos prince Seokmin admitted to really take in your surroundings though.
“I am hardly a lady, your highness. With all due respect, I really think I should carry my own bags.” You really hoped that wasn't disrespectful in any way, you just didn't want anyone to see you with the prince carrying your things. You didn't want them to get a negative first impression of you.
He stopped abruptly, looking at you with a serious expression, “You want to disrespect our customs?”
You had never seen him serious, on pictures, during interviews, he was always just smiley and full of sunshine, his sudden moodswing startled you visibly. That's when you noticed he seemed to barely be able to hold in his laughter.
“I'm joking. But they're really not heavy or anything.” He said, while handing one of the two suitcases over to you.
You took that win, one was better than nothing and there was no way you were going to argue with a prince. Carrying one of your own suitcases calmed you a little, enough to look at the amazing building you found yourself in.
Even though you entered through the old part of the castle, it was clear you were now in the newer part. Clean lines and such. It looked like a house built in the 70’s, but way bigger. There was a blue carpet floor-liner with intricate details, it seemed to go through the whole building. On the walls were some gorgeous lights, about 5 meters apart from each other. They looked like flowers.
You tried to pay close attention to where the prince was leading you, so you wouldn’t get lost in the future, but you already knew it was hopeless. You told yourself to ask if they had a map of this place you could use in the future.
“I really hope you’ll enjoy your time here.” Prince Seokmin said, he was walking beside you, the few staff members you ran into bolted aside when the two of you walked past, he smiled at every single one.
“Thank you, I’m sure I will, your highness.”
He seemed to slightly cringe at your politeness, something you had noticed him doing before. You wondered if ‘Your highness’ wasn’t proper, maybe you had to address him with something else. But he didn’t say anything.
“I mean, you know, working for mister Popelin must have been fun… I just hope you can find joy here as well.” He shrugged and kept looking ahead.
You frowned, working for mister Popelin was your dream, it had been since you were young. But you were lucky enough to have worked for him for a few years, “It is a great opportunity to work for you, your highness. I am very much looking forward to it.”
That answer seemed to satisfy you. He looked at you with a big, cheeky smile on his face.
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Prince Seokmin put his sunglasses on the moment he got out of the airplane. Dres Van was always sunny, and Seokmin loved it.
Waiting for him was a limo, courtesy of the state. A bodyguard held open the door so he could enter, his escort, head butler James, sitting beside him.
"It's not like you to go to a fashion show, highness." He noticed.
Prince Seokmin shrugged, "I'm going for the other princes. Minghao really wanted me to come and Soonyoung and Mingyu will be there too, I always love to see them." He did enjoy fashion, and was sure a fashion show could be fun, but he would have never really thought of going to one himself. If Minghao hadn't called him to ask, he wouldn't have even known about it.
"I heard young prince Chan will be attending too."
"Oh! I didn't know that. I haven't seen him for so long, how exciting."
Even after Minghao asked him to come, prince Seokmin hadn’t been sure he should. Sure, he liked fashion, if anything he loved the artform it is. He knew Minghao and Mingyu were always trying their best to wear something great. When he heard other princes were coming, including the busy prince Jeonghan, he decided it might be fun and educational. And now that prince Chan would be there, Seokmin really got excited. He loved spending time with the other princes, but when they all got older they all got busier and less available. especially because most of them were all crown princes.
Not Seokmin though, his big brother was in line before him, granting Seokmin some more time to spend on things like this.
He had a way better time than he had imagined at first. There had been wonderful designs, he loved how prince Minghao and Mingyu had watched in ecstasy, loved seeing them enjoy themselves. Seokmin had been surprised, and beyond happy to see the princes that attended. Together they had laughed at silly outfits and gasped at pretty ones.
But one of the designs stood out to him, not only was it very good, but also because at the beginning of the catwalk, from between the curtains, the pretty face of a girl was visible. The second he saw her he noticed she looked nervous, so he figured the amazing design this male model was wearing was made by her.
He lay awake that night thinking about her and her design.
You looked at the unopened letter your boss Olivier Popelin, most praised designer of Pledis, had handed you a couple of minutes ago. You had laid it on your desk so you could look at it from every angle. It looked so… out of place on your messy desk.
“Yes, yes. It is definitely for you. Your name is clearly written on it, and the person that delivered it pressed it on me that it had to go to you and no one else.” Mister Popelin had said after you asked him for the third time if he was sure this was meant for you. You just couldn't believe it.
You looked at it over and over, but you were absolutely sure. That was a Royal stamp. But it wasn't from the Royal house of Dres Van, where you lived. You had searched on the internet and found that this stamp belonged to the Royal household of Wraya. You had no idea what they wanted from you at all. Your designs were alright, that you were sure of. Only the best of the best got to work at Popelin's. But definitely not good enough to get noticed by a member of the royal family.
You were curious, yes. But you didn't want to open it. You were scared, anxious. What if it was something bad? You weren't too sure what it could possibly be and couldn't really come up with bad things the king of Wraya could do with a simple girl from Dres Van. It's not like you lived around the corner, he couldn't lay a finger on you. But what if it was bad?
“Aren't you opening it?”
You jumped from the unexpected voice of your friend Jiyoon that whispered in your ear. She sounded excited, knowing her, she was beaming to find out what was written in the letter. Why the royals of Wraya would need you.
“Come on! I'm curious.” She chuckled.
You took the letter off the table with shaking hands, opening it as carefully as you could so you wouldn't rip the seal. Maybe it was posted in the wrong place anyway. If you had to send it back the seal should stay intact.
We invite you to work as the private designer of his royal highness prince Lee Seokmin of Wraya.
A few weeks ago Mister Popelin had called you in his office. It's not like he didn't do this more often so you didn't think anything of it. Until you saw the way he looked at you.
A look you weren't really able to place, not angry but not his usual happy. It seemed like a mix of sadness, surprise and curiosity. Mister Popelin was known for his friendly and open expressions, this wasn't like him at all. You frowned as you sat down.
“I just got a call…” Mister Popelin started. You still weren't sure what you were supposed to think of his expression nor behavior. He didn't sit down on his chair, sat on the edge of the table while he twisted the end of his mustache between his fingers. Your head was racing, thinking about what you had done wrong and what this could possibly be about.
“Is it about the silk shipment? I knew I should have called them to follow up on that.” You could hit yourself for messing that up.
“What? No. But we will definitely be discussing that… I got a call from a mister Kim, head of the Royal household of Wraya.”
Your eyes widened. Did they want to hire him for a job? That would be amazing for him. He had done a lot for the royal families of Pledis already, but it always was a great opportunity and an honor.
“He says the prince asked for us to help him decide his outfit for prince Jeonghan's wedding.”
It took a while for his exact words to sink in “... Us?”
Mister Popelin simply nodded, the shadow of a smirk appearing on his lips “He specifically asked for you.”
Your head seemed to explode. The prince wanted advice from you? That couldn't be true. Why would he want advice from you of all people? How did he even know who you were?
“He says he saw your designs at the fashion show and was very impressed with your skills. He wants to know what you think.” It was as if mister Popelin had read your mind. He nudged your shoulder when he noticed you didn't seem too happy “Ah, but this is a wonderful opportunity for you, my lovely! You can add this to your portfolio, that will impress future clients! Why aren't you happy?”
But you were happy. Just… surprised.
You knew Prince Seokmin wasn't seen as a very serious prince, he was known for his jokes and lightheartedness, but it still kind of surprised you. You were honored nonetheless, a prince wanted your advice on an outfit for a royal wedding, this was a really big deal.
And so, about two weeks later, you stood on the steps in front of the royal castle of Wraya, mister Popelin beside you. You held on to his case filled with designing equipment, you both imagined you’d be observing, kind of like mister Popelin’s helper. After all, the designer was known all over the world, he got asked for advice way more often.
However, in the prince’s room, as you were discussing what would look well, the handsome prince turned to you and asked you about your opinion. A lowly designer, next to a master of the trade, was asked about her opinion on the outfit for a prince.
His smile was enchanting, rendering you speechless. The prince saw your silence as a sign you hadn't heard his question.
"What do you think? The green shirt, blue shirt, white shirt, or the black shirt with the red suit?"
You straightened your back, forcing yourself to stop getting distracted by the prince's eyes, and looked at the suit and dress shirts on the bed. You got up to get an even closer look, touching your chin in thought.
"With this dark red color, the green will look like you're wearing a Christmas outfit, highness. So I wouldn't wear the green shirt…"
You heard Prince Seokmin chuckle, "Christmas. I like it. Alrighty, I won't wear the green shirt."
Both you and mister Popelin looked up in surprise. He immediately listened to you? You weren't even a famous designer and he listened to you?
"Personally I'm not a fan of white shirts with red suits, but that's honestly just a preference. I think the black would look better. And, considering the dark color of the blue shirt, that could look very sophisticated too." You decided to leave it there. Making a real decision could seem pushy.
Prince Seokmin nodded and threw the white shirt behind him without batting an eye, “Alright. So it’s between the blue and the black. I like it.” He stroked the black shirt with his index finger.
You couldn’t help but look at his face, it was so beautiful. He was pouting a little, seemingly deep in thought. No one outside of the castle ever saw such a serious side of him, maye not even anyone inside of the castle. He was mesmerizing.
Suddenly he looked up, straight into your eyes. You immediately felt the blood rush to your cheeks and pretended you had been looking at the shirts this whole time and not his face.
“So?” he asked.
The “Hm?” sound you made came out before you realized.
Thankfully the prince seemed to find it amusing, “The black shirt or the blue shirt?”
You turned your head to look at mister Popelin, hoping he’d step in and save you. But he gestured at you to make a decision.
So you turned back to the prince, “I prefer the black shirt. But this is a personal decision so you should decide what you like better, your highness.”
“I asked you here to advise me, didn’t I? Thank you. I’ll go with the black.” He picked the black shirt up and hurried to a corner of the room to get dressed behind a dressing screen, “I’ll go try it out now!”
You sat back down beside mister Popelin who was smiling encouragingly at you, ‘good job’ he mouthed while patting your head.
You took your teacup and realized you were shaking from nerves. But you powered through it and took a sip.
“Alright, alright.” The prince said enthusiastically, he walked back to where you could see him.
Both you and mister Popelin stood up to see it closer.
“Very nice…” Popelin mumbled, he carefully touched the collar.
“I also have a blue suit, if that would work better.” Prince Seokmin was clearly eager to look good for his friend.
Popelin shook his head, “No, no. This is perfect I think. What you?” He turned to you.
Prince Seokmin smiled at you.
“Isn’t blue more appropriate for a day wedding..?” you thought aloud.
The prince frowned, “Really? I didn’t know that. Let’s change into the blue suit.”
"Oh I, I didn't mean it like that." But the prince had already gone to change.
Mister Popelin was getting excited, "You should pair that with the black or the white shirt!"
At the end of that day prince Seokmin decided to wear a light blue suit with a white shirt and a dark blue tie with hearts on it because "a wedding day is all about love"
You woke up to someone knocking on your door "My lady? Are you awake?"
You rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock. Seven O'clock. What time did you have the
press conference again?
"I am." You answered.
It was quiet on the other side for a little while "May… may I enter, my lady?"
You sat up, patting your hair down a little so you looked at least a little presentable.
"Yes, yes of course."
She walked in, closed the door and bowed to you, "His highness prince Wonwoo has
requested you to have breakfast with him, my lady. I am here to make you
presentable."
You sighed, he already started it huh? Trying to make you look like a couple. Speaking of
that, you had to look happy he wanted this. Or maybe flustered?
You decided to just smile, "Thank you."
She curtsied before walking to your new closet, "After breakfast someone else
will help you pick an outfit for the press conference."
You swung your legs over the side of the bed, all the while looking at the closet the maid opened. You saw some of your own clothes, but soon realized most of what was hanging in there wasn't yours.
"Excuse me, but who's room is this?" You asked.
The maid turned around, trying to hide her frown, "It's your room, my lady."
"Right, whose clothes are that, then?" They sure as hell weren't yours.
The maid looked confused, clearly unsure what you meant “My lady…?”
You smiled at her, realizing she clearly didn’t know anything about this. You wanted to at least reassure her nothing was wrong, you knew how stressful her job could be.
“Nevermind. Thank you for helping me."
She nodded "So do you have an idea for what you want this morning? A dress maybe? Something romantic?"
You tried to not let her see you frown, how were you going to play this?
"Maybe something prince Wonwoo would like to see you in..?" She carefully suggested.
You closed your eyes, what were you supposed to say to that? Of course something Wonwoo liked would be ideal, but you didn't know what he liked. You remembered his bedsheets being mainly greens. You had only been in his room a few times, but Sana had loads of time, and she'd always told you everything.
"Maybe something green?"
You ended up in a long, forest green skirt, with a white blouse. The maid called it formal, yet playful enough for a simple breakfast. None of these clothes belonged to you. After you were finished, the maid escorted you to the dining room. Prince Wonwoo was already sitting, waiting for you. The moment you walked in, he got up to walk toward you.
He embraced you, "I'm going to kiss you on your cheek." He whispered in your ear so only you could hear it. And then you felt him do as he said. You forced a smile as he pulled back to look you in your eyes.
"Thank you for agreeing to have breakfast with me," He said, making sure the maids around you could hear, "I hope you were able to sleep well in your new room."
He walked you to a chair and pulled it back so you could sit, you smiled at him as you sat down, "I did. The bed is very nice."
"Good. Good." He sat down across from you.
A butler you knew, Gerard, came in with a plate of food. And before you knew it, the table was filled with bread, salad, and all kinds of food. You couldn't remember the last time you’d had such an elaborate breakfast.
"After we have breakfast you'll have a quick lesson in public appearances with me and my old teacher, you met him yesterday at the meeting. You won't have to say much, I'll do most of the talking, but you'll have to present yourself in a distinguished way. Before that, however, lady Sohn will be leaving. We're gonna be there to bid her goodbye." He talked as he decided what he would eat, putting it all on his plate.
"Are you sure it's a good idea for me to be there..?" You tried to hide your frown.
The prince nodded, "It's the proper thing to do."
You nodded understandingly. Still, you were terrified. You stole her marriage. Sure, you didn't mean to, but you did. She was ready, maybe even in love, you were not.
"How did she take it?" You asked softly, sort of hoping he wouldn't hear you.
He sighed, "Better than I expected. She was happy I came to tell her myself, but disappointed I only went to see her so late. She wishes us well and hopes we'll make each other happy."
You nodded again, not sure what to say to that. You kinda just wished this day, maybe this whole week, would be over soon.
"But before any of that," Wonwoo said, searching for your gaze, you looked at him. He smiled lovingly, "We eat, and enjoy each other's company."
You quickly looked away again when you felt your heart flutter, finally allowing yourself to eat something.
Lady Sohn looked almost magical, like a fae floating away. Her hair was left untied, flowing around her as she walked, and the dress she wore had that same effect. Everything about her seemed ethereal today.
You were standing next to prince Wonwoo, close to him but not touching.
As Lady Sohn came walking out the doors, Prince Wonwoo walked towards her with a soft smile, kissing her on the back of her hand. The press standing far away took pictures, you tried to look as neutral as you could but the press made you very uncomfortable.
The prince and Lady talked briefly, the wind blowing their words away before they could
reach your ears.
Ignore the press, ignore the press. Those words kept going around in your mind. It was nerve-racking. Did you just feel this cramped because you weren't used to stuff like this, or would you never be able to get used to this? Prince Wonwoo and Lady Sohn looked so comfortable with it, while you had to try your best not to hyperventilate.
Before you knew it both the prince and the lady were standing in front of you. Lady Sohn bowed politely, your eyes widened as you quickly followed her gesture and bowed as well. She leaned in for a hug, which surprised you.
Very quickly and very quietly she whispered something in your ear, "Good luck. And thank you."
It happened so fast that no one could have noticed it. You tried to keep your face normal, pretending like nothing happened. Wonwoo stood beside you again, almost touching you.
Lady Sohn bowed once more before getting into her car, both you and the prince bowed as
well.
And that was it. It was official now. You were to marry the prince.
You walked to your usual hangout spot. Eventhough you were very late, again, you were walking slowly and peacefully. You knew what your friends would say about it and you knew you wouldn’t care. You’d apologize and move on, just to be late again next time.
Even before turning around the corner, you could see the cigarette smoke coming from where your friends were standing.
“… so I told him to piss off.” Liza said, blowing smoke out of her mouth while leaning back nonchalant.
“No you didn’t,” Jayda chuckled, “He has you in a chokehold as always. You can’t get enough.”
Even without context, you knew exactly what this was about. You turned the corner and joined them without saying anything.
“No. No. This time I was serious. He has to pull his weight, or I kick his ass out and he can go live with his mom again.”
Dura rolled her eyes, “Even if you do kick him out, you’ll let him back in a week later when he buys you gold or something.”
“I mean, yeah. Obviously. Gold is gold.” Shrugged Liza.
That made the group laugh. That’s when they finally noticed you.
Jayda pushed herself away from the wall she’d been leaning against, “Well, well. See who finally decided to show up.”
You looked straight at her, not afraid of anything she’d do. She hadn’t had anything yet, so you knew she wouldn’t crawl your eyes out. Jayda has always looked very tough, but she was harmless. Unless she’d mixed her alcohol with weed again.
“Lost track of time.” You explained, shrugging it away while taking a beer from the cooler.
Liza looked away, pursing her lips, “Well, I’m glad you have enough free time to be late. Some of us don’t have that luxury. I have kids to pick up in less than an hour.”
You couldn’t help but smile, “The consequences of your own actions, I’d say.”
Dura waved everyone to silence, “Shut up. Did you remember to bring beer or not?”
Today had been your turn to buy beer for the group, which is why they were more annoyed than usual that you were late. Sadly for them, you had decided you didn’t like drinking with them and therefore didn’t bring anything.
You didn’t say anything, just looked Dura dead in the eyes until she understood that that meant no.
“Are you serious?” Liza acted like you just told her you stole her phone and ran it over with a train.
Jayda just shook her head disapprovingly, you knew she was thinking about killing you and you believed she might.
Meanwhile all Dura had done was walk away. Clearly annoyed, sighing loudly.
You didn’t get the big deal. You’d think they wouldn’t trust you with this anymore. You ‘forgot’ to bring beverages last time as well and sort of figured someone else would take care of it as a precaution. Over the last few months this group had really started to annoy you. Maybe you decided to not care anymore because you hoped to get kicked out, maybe it was just to be mean. Who knew, really? But the thought of them telling you to leave and not come back did seem great right now.
It seemed like Dura finally got back to herself again as she turned around and walked back towards you, “The only day in the week we can all get drunk, and not only do you turn up late, you forget the most important part?”
You placed your hand on your chest like she just offended you, “You mean… I’m not the most important part?”
“I’m gonna kill her.” Liza said under her breath, making you laugh.
Dura shook her head, clearly to calm herself, “Alright. Okay. Well, there’s not enough time for you to run to the stores and get some. And I don’t trust you with that anyway. So you messed this up for all of us. If this happens one more time, you’re out.”
You shrugged and checked out your nails.
Liza decided to open her mouth again, “No, no, I’m sorry, but I'm not cool with that. Something has to happen right now.”
Jayda leaned back against the wall she was standing against before. This was a castle wall, on the other side was part of the big royal garden. But no one ever came to this side of the garden so it was safe to do whatever.
Jayda seemed to have the same school of thought as you did. She looked at the wall and then to you. A faul grin appeared on her face, “Why don’t we play a game?”
That’s almost the exact opposite of what you’d expected her to say.
No one was as confused as Liza, “What?”
“She has to climb the wall and bring us back some nice flowers or something.” Jayda continued.
That was a dumb idea even for this group. You had clearly forgotten once again you were the only one here with more than one brain cell.
“I would like a rose.” Liza said, suddenly agreeing with Jayda’s crazy idea.
Dura was the only one who seemed hesitant, “You guys know that’s an actual criminal offense right?”
Jayda shrugged and brought her cigarette back to her mouth, “Make sure you don’t get caught then. But don’t worry, she’s too scared to actually do it anyway.”
She knew exactly how to light your fire. A dare. The only way to prove you were not scared was to actually climb the wall. You looked at the stone structure, the ivy all over it would make it very doable to get to the top, you’d just have to trust on the fact the other side had ivy or something similar as well. Without saying a word, you started climbing.
“Bring me a rose. The prettiest you can find!” Liza yelled as if you were a hundred meters away.
“Shut up.” You hissed. The last thing you wanted right now is to get the attention of a cop or palace guard.
“Come back down.” Dura said, she clearly hated the idea. She was the only one thinking of the real consequences there would be to this.
You peaked over the top into the garden. You didn’t see much but you could already tell it was gorgeous. This side was fairly sheltered from the palace so going down would be quite safe.
“Be right back.” you said right as you jumped over. You couldn’t pass up a challenge.
You knew this was stupid and the moment you stood on the soft, green grass, you regretted everything. But there was no turning back now. Time to find a flower.
“Come back.” Dura hissed loudly, clearly very annoyed.You weren’t going to respond and started carefully walking alongside the wall. Going away from it seemed like a dumb idea, at least if you were to be seen now you could quickly climb over. You were grateful for the hedges shielding you from the sight of the palace, getting caught would be a big issue seeing as you were trespassing. The more you thought about it the dumber this whole thing was. Stupid Liza and her dumb roses. If you could find a flower you were going to shove it down her throat.
Why were there no flowers? None whatsoever. You’d think the royal garden would be filled with flowers as far as the eye could see, but there were none whatsoever. Maybe on the other side of the castle? But you were not walking that far.
You decided to just go back to your group and climb back over. You turned around and froze where you stood.
A curse word left your lips before you could think about it. You were so screwed and you knew it.
You looked right into the confused eyes of prince Seungcheol.
